He’s not answering. He finally strolls in, many hours later but insisting he’s only been gone a few minutes and that I must be mistaken. I’m livid. I ask if he took any money from the Unicorn I’m an angel I swear the horn is only there to hold up the halo shirt Additionally,I will love this drawer. Now I’m screaming. He’s telling me again and again and again that there’s no money left from what he took but he definitely only bought a sandwich. Whatever he really did with that money, it was gone. Thee are plenty of good answers here, and I will relate this instance at the high level, because at the detail level, it’s almost too gross for words. It’s all very sad. Several posters have described situations of abuse, all of which are unforgivable, but so are episodes of neglect.
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A small woman, in her early 90’s, was brought to us by ambulance. The ambulance crew said they were called to a “sick unknown” who presented pretty much as we saw her before us. She was clearly very sick, breathing rapidly, warm to touch, pretty disoriented, and quite disheveled; clearly uncared for. The crew explained they had picked her up from a home on the Unicorn I’m an angel I swear the horn is only there to hold up the halo shirt Additionally,I will love this local Native American reservation, where she was languishing in a dimly lit back bedroom, atop a pile of mattresses. Apparently the practice, once a mattress became soiled, was simply to pick grandma up, and slide another mattress beneath her.They said the room smelled even worse than she did once removed.